Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 969 - 969 Big Bold Nineteen (2)

Chapter 969: Big Bold Nineteen (2) Chapter 969: Big Bold Nineteen (2) “That’s simple, just take out Mrs. Jian’s ashes for examination and we’ll know,” Quan Mingxuan suggested.

Jian Luo shook his head, “The ashes have already been scattered in the sea.”

“Qingqing, are you sure?” Mo Xiao found his voice again, looking at Jian Qing excitedly. He didn’t want to give him hope only to lead him to despair.

“There’s a fifty percent chance,” Jian Qing said.

“That heartless bastard Shen Hua,” Grandpa Jian’s face turned green with anger as he held his chest, his breathing becoming rapid.

“Grandpa!” Seeing this, Jian Luo quickly took a pill bottle from the old man’s pocket, poured out a pill, and fed it to him.

“Here, Grandpa, drink some water.” Jian Qing poured a cup of water and handed it to him.

After taking the medicine, Grandpa Jian’s complexion eased slightly, “Find Shen Yan as quickly as possible. No matter how bad Shen Hua is, he wouldn’t do anything to Shen Yan.”

“Sister, if what you said is true, and Mom isn’t dead, then there’s only one possibility. Before Grandpa arrived, Shen Hua must have switched Mom out at the funeral parlor when no one was paying attention,” Jian Luo said.

Jian Qing’s gaze paused slightly, “Now, we just need to find Shen Hua, and everything will come to light.”

At these words, everyone exchanged glances, becoming even more worried about the safety of the two little treasures.

…

On the spacious and comfortable bed, two little ones laid head to head, their chubby faces rosy and fair, their delicate features eliciting admiration for God’s partiality to them.

One of them, a little guy with thick lashes, trembled slightly as a soft moan escaped from the small, crimson mouth, and delicate eyes slowly opened.

Eyes clear and bright like black jewels, void of any impurity.

Seventeen turned over and sat up, a hint of post-sleep befuddlement in his eyes.

Where are Daddy and Mommy?

His little hand moved, touching Nineteen’s hand, “Nineteen, Nineteen…”

The soft voice echoed in the room, and after a while, Nineteen slowly woke up, his eyes bleary as he looked toward Seventeen.

“Seventeen.”

He rubbed his eyes and clumsily sat up.

“Seventeen, tummy, hungry,” he said, clutching his “gurgle gurgle” sounding belly, his little face crumpled into a frown.

“Let’s go.”

Seventeen lay down and slid off the bed with nimble movements.

Nineteen watched him and then, mimicking his posture, slid down the bed too.

“Nineteen, come.”

Seventeen grabbed Nineteen’s hand, and the two little figures staggered towards the door.

Suddenly, the room door was pushed open from outside.

Shen Hua looked at the two little guys opposite him, a sly smile crossing his eyes.

“Hah!”

The two treasures, seeing Shen Hua suddenly appear, and always sensitive to danger, couldn’t help but step back.

Seventeen held Nineteen close with both arms, his eyes warily fixed on Shen Hua.

Shen Hua’s gaze drifted over the two little treasures, finally settling on Seventeen’s dark eyes, and he said meaningfully, “They do look quite alike.”

He stepped forward, crouched down, his gaze level with the two little ones, “Little guys, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”

Seventeen remained silent, his delicate little hands holding Nineteen tightly, scared that Shen Hua would snatch away his little brother.

But Nineteen, far bolder, showed no fear of Shen Hua, “Nineteen is hungry.”

“Hehe.” Shen Hua touched Nineteen’s little face lightly and unexpectedly smiled, “Nineteen? The names your daddy and mommy gave you are quite interesting.”

“Uncle, nineteen is hungry.” Seeing Shen Hua smile, nineteen bravely took Shen Hua’s hand, the jelly-like little mouth cracked open in a smile, revealing tiny milky-white baby teeth.

Looking at his smile, Shen Hua’s expression turned somewhat distant, and images of Jian Wei clinging to him as a child involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

“Brother Hua, Weiwei is hungry and wants to eat cake.”

He lowered his gaze to the small hand clutching his fingers, and the corners of his lips lifted in an almost imperceptible smile as he turned his head towards the door and called out.

“Servant.”

“Young Master, what can I do for you?” The servant stood at the doorway, head bowed as he asked.

“First, bring over two bottles of milk powder, and then prepare some food suitable for children to bring over,” Shen Hua said.

“Yes.”

“Nineteen, may uncle hold you?” Shen Hua turned his face, and his expression was slightly “friendlier.”

Nineteen retracted his hand and looked at seventeen with his purple eyes—a known fact among those familiar with the two little treasures was that nineteen was mischievous and fun but listened very much to seventeen, typically looking to seventeen’s expressions before doing anything.

“No.”

Seventeen took nineteen’s little hand, his light brows knitting together, clearly not fond of Shen Hua.

Perhaps the two little ones still had some usefulness to him, or maybe it was because they resembled Jian Wei to some extent, seeing seventeen’s guardedness against him, he didn’t take it to heart.

“Come here, come sit over here,” Shen Hua stood up, walking over to the sofa and taking a seat first.

Seventeen didn’t move, but nineteen dragged him over, “Seventeen.”

Looking at the two little treasures across from him, Shen Hua suddenly remembered something and pulled several photos out of his pocket, “Seventeen, nineteen, your daddy and mommy have been busy lately. You two stay with uncle for a couple of days, and in a few days daddy and mommy will come to pick you up.”

As he spoke, he placed the photos on the table, allowing seventeen and nineteen to see them.

“Seventeen, daddy, mommy.” Seeing the photos, nineteen’s purple eyes lit up, he grabbed one excitedly and said.

The photos Shen Hua brought out were all of Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu, obviously intended to temporarily appease the two little treasures.

Seventeen took the remaining photos, holding them close as if protecting a treasure, but still ignored Shen Hua completely.

Shen Hua stroked his chin, looking at seventeen’s little face, the spitting image of Quan Jingwu’s, he scoffed silently in his heart.

Indeed Quan Jingwu’s seed, just looking at it is irritating.

Meanwhile

Under Dr. Kesen’s treatment, Shen Yan finally woke up.

After taking the pills, a bit of color returned to his face, finally not as pale as on the day he fell ill.

He lay on the soft couch, the floor-to-ceiling window open, the sea breeze stirring the curtains, occasionally brushing his arms.

“Second Young Master!”

A’er hurried in, closing and locking the door behind him.

Shen Yan turned to look, A’er quickly walked up to him, then bent over to whisper in his ear, “Second Young Master, the First Young Master had people kidnap Jian Qing’s two children.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan’s face turned aghast.

“How could this happen? Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing were both there, how could my brother take the children away?”

“I heard that the First Young Master took advantage of Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing’s absence from Beijing to have people abduct the children,” A’er said.

“Where are the children now?” Shen Yan threw off the blanket and was eager to get up.

“The First Young Master had people bring the children directly to the island, and I heard from the servants that he has gone to see the children.”

“Take me there,” Shen Yan said, putting on his shoes and rising hastily.

A’er helped him, “Second Young Master, please be careful.”

Shen Yan hurried over, expecting to hear his older brother’s furious voice, but to his surprise, the room was filled with laughter.